Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Erasure,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.